I am going to type in a poem I wrote slightly over 8 years ago. I wrote it about Sue and I believe I gave it to her. I am not sure she got it back then. She never said anything about it. So who knows what she thought. But if you ever wondered if I ever once upon a time loved her, you will see it here in this poem.

She talks with her music

in whispers that roar

while her heart burns a fire

she can't understand

And she searches unknowing

discontent in her breast

with a fathomless need

for the self that is lost

And the ache would consume her

were it not for the things

she does to divert it

and hold it at bay

With pain's sightless urging

she fills herself up

with mind opiates

bent on numbing her head

In the night with her words

she makes love with the hearts

of lost lonely girls

that she's not really met

But with late morning's light

nothing's changed and again

her illusional cycle

is reborn and refreshed

So she hides deep inside

her stone walls of concealment

a heart that is searching

that cries out for love

And if you watch closely

in instants unguarded

the tender and true heart

bursts fleetingly forth

And she'll burn in you soul

til you cannot but love her

this siren of my heart

so shrouded in pain

And her music plays on

in my head like a scream

while I bang against stone

til I lay down to bleed

And licking each wound

I wait patient like death

for the day that she finds it

the heart she has lost

 

The end

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